His words become ink and
Trickle musical notes into my ears.
His lullaby lips sing softly of treasured memories
And permanently etch them
Into my mind.

A grin slowly crescendos
With bliss on his lips;
Staccato laughs make me dance.
Delicate hums escape his eyes
And pause gently with every blink.

His kiss is a symphony
With a powerful grace only he can conduct.
My love for his music grows
With every resounding chord.

His harmonic hymns send me
To sleep, where he sings for me
And only me.
A legato touch calms my breath
Until our hearts gently beat
A rhythmic duet.

My song shall end when he must go
And his orchestra shall cease to play.
I am hopeful,
For he will play for me again,
And I shall sing along soon enough.